Thanks to everyone who has faved and reviewed my story, I'm so sorry its taking me a few weeks to upload, I can understand how frustrating that can be, especially if a story is peeking your interest. Like i've said to some of you, I'm a college student, meaning when i have time its usually spent sleeping or doing homework...i have no life. Anyway i know you want to read the story and not me blabbering about my life, so thanks again to those who are reading, i don't own the characters only the idea for this story. And without furthere ado, Chapter 3!
Mimiko awoke feeling as if she were a large pile of melted chocolate. She stretched and groaned as her muscles tensed and relaxed. Snuggling up to the warm pillow next to her she sighed happily. Wait, warm pillow? Her eyes shot open and looked up into eyes filled with fire. Stunned she laid there, eyes wide in panic and body tense with the need to flee.
"Good afternoon, Mimiko, I trust you've slept well." Zelman said grinning smugly.
Mimiko's face flushed as she remembered all the events that led up to her lying against the Crimson vampire. Did she really have almost sex with him? She couldn't believe it; she had never felt so ashamed of herself in her life. Nodding to answer his question she sat up feeling a cool breeze on her chest. Glancing down, she made a slight "eep" before grabbing the folds of her shirt and wrapping them around her exposed chest. She heard Zelman chuckle as she quickly fastened the buttons.
"Why the rush Mimiko, I thought we were having a lovely time." He smirked.
"Um, I'm sorry Zelman-san but I don't normally act like that, I think I'm just going to go…lie down." She said standing. Zelman quickly grabbed her wrist halting her escape.
"Mimiko, it's perfectly normal for a new vampire to feel sensitive and sexual the first few days. It's best to get those urges out as soon as possible or they may cause problems when you need to feed again." He said sincerely, his eyes locked on hers. "If you need me again, just call for me and I shall help you." Pulling her hand closer he brushed his lips over the back of her hand, staring heatedly into her eyes before releasing her.
Mimiko stood there for a few seconds, processing what he had said before quickly running out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom for the night. Unlocking the door with the key Sei had given her earlier she walked in, pushed the door closed and leaned heavily against it. Putting her hand on her forehead she pushed her hair back away from her face, confused as to why her body reacted the way it did to the blood and then to Zelman afterwards. Shaking her head she decided it was time for a shower, her body felt gross with dried sweat and other fluids.
Letting the warm water cascade around her she thought back to what happened between her and Jiro earlier. Why did I act that way? It felt as if my body moved on its own without me realizing it. Should I ask Jiro about it in the morning? Does he even want to talk to me now that I'm a black blood and apart of his coven? And what about Kotaro? Will he be punished for turning me? She stiffened not wanting anything to happen to the small boy; she loved him like… she giggled. Like a little brother!
After she finished washing her hair and drying it she put on an extra large t-shirt she had found in one of the dressers earlier. Brushing her long dark hair she scrutinized her reflection. She had always thought vampires couldn't see their reflection but her case was proving her wrong. "I wonder if crosses and sunlight hurt me." She thought, thinking about how running water didn't cause her to steam up like it did to Jiro. Looking at her reflection she was amazed at her changed eyes and how her body seemed much more womanly than before. Was it the longer hair, or did her body just fill out due to Kotaro's blood? Her eyes freaked her out the most though. Before they were a chocolate brown color but now they were electric blue and angled in a predatory fashion. Moving down her face she noticed her skin looked smooth and without blemishes. It was also pale like porcelain. Her lips were plump and were a dark pink; she opened her mouth to see perfectly straight white teeth with two sharp fangs. Reaching up she touched them with her finger amazed at how sharp they were but not sharp at the same time. Pulling her gaze away from her teeth she looked at her body. Her breasts had grown, no longer was she a small 'B' like before but she looked to be about a 'C'. Her waist was slim and flowed out into wide hips. She had the hourglass figure she had always wanted; her legs looked long and proportioned to the rest of her body.
Shaking herself she opened the door to the bedroom and walked in heading for the bed. She stopped seeing Kotaro curled up in the blankets and smiled. Sitting next to him on the other side of the bed, she brushed back some of his blonde hair away from his face before pulling the covers back and sliding in next to him. "Good night Kotaro," she murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before reclining back against the pillows and falling into a dreamless sleep.
Mimiko woke in a cocoon of warmth and smiled snuggling closer to where most of the heat was coming from. She felt her space heater move and wrap a strong arm around her waist, pulling her closer and she sighed in content. That is until she realized only a body could move like that. Opening her eyes she looked up and sucked in a startled breath. Jiro lay facing her, his hair draped over his shoulders and falling across his forehead. Without his large hat he looked like some sort of gothic rock star. Mimiko studied him as he slept before her. He had undressed down to his breeches as far as she could tell. His face was relaxed, his lips parted slightly to let his breath out and he gave a small snore. She smiled at the sound, reaching up she brushed back some of his hair from his forehead, marveling at the silkiness of it.
Suddenly she felt a warm weight roll into her from behind. Kotaro's arm slung itself around her waist as well, hitting Jiro's arm. Mimiko stiffened as Jiro stirred. His breathing jerked and his eyes flickered; he opened them slowly and looked up at her. Squinting his eyes he smiled and leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips with his before settling down into the pillows again and drawing her closer into his arms. Mimiko's face was pressed against his pale sculpted chest. Her breath had stopped entirely and she looked around for an escape. Calming herself she looked up into his sleeping face again. He looked so much younger when he was asleep. She smiled again to herself before snuggling down and closing her eyes, ready to fall back asleep.
Just as she was falling asleep her stomach growled, long and loud. Jiro jumped and his eyes widened in surprise as he fell off the bed. Mimiko's eyes, which had opened as soon as the sound had started, watched this in concern. When she heard the loud thud she flinched and sat up to look down at Jiro, Kotaro who was behind her sat up to peer at his brother as well. "Hmm, big brother, what are you doing down there?" Kotaro asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"I-I." Jiro stuttered scrambling for an answer as he looked up at the bed. His eyes landed on a disheveled Mimiko and he felt his cheeks warm, her overly large shirt had slipped over one of her shoulders and her hair was cascading around her whole body in dark waves. Her blue eyes were hooded with sleep as she yawned as well. Jiro coughed and then stood.
"It seems to me that morning has arrived Kotaro, I believe it's time to take your bath and get ready for breakfast, after all, Mimiko is obviously hungry." Jiro said in a commanding no nonsense tone. Kotaro nodded tiredly before getting off the bed and shuffling towards the bathroom.
Jiro and Mimiko watched as he slowly shut the door behind him before sighing. She glanced over at him to see him looking at her. "So, are you alright Jiro?" she asked quietly.
"What do you mean?" he asked quickly.
She raised her eyebrow, "I mean is your back hurting from falling out of the bed this morning?" She smiled and cocked her head.
"Ah, no, it's fine, I'm alright." He said and looked away and down. The awkward silence drew out for a couple of minutes until Mimiko couldn't handle it anymore.
"So, um, Jiro, why exactly were you in my bed last night?"
"Um, I um, just, um was really tired…yeah tired and I couldn't remember where my room was." He stuttered looking around, trying to come up with an excuse.
"Hmm." She replied thoughtfully. "Well, I can understand that. I think I'm going to get dressed for breakfast, do you want to go see how Kotaro is doing?" she asked and he nodded.
As he walked towards the bathroom he thought back to how it felt holding Mimiko in his arms. It was like how it felt with Alice except it was different at the same time. With Mimiko it felt like home, while with Alice it felt like he was shielding her from everything and was basically an armor to cover her back. Sure he loved Alice; she was after all his maker, but there always seemed to be something missing that he craved. Still pondering the thought of what that craving might be, he walked into the bathroom to find a sleeping Kotaro standing under the hot spray of the shower.
By the time he had finished cleaning Kotaro and had dried him off, Mimiko was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans with a dark green sweater and dark brown ankle boots. She had pulled her long hair back into a messy braid tied off with a dark green ribbon. Smiling at Kotaro who was still half asleep she pulled out some clothes for him to wear today and set about helping him into them. When they finished dressing him, he was slightly more awake and they headed down to breakfast with Lord Dragon and the other residents of the mansion.
When they arrived in the dining room they were greeted by Sei, Cain, Jinnai, and Rinsuke who ran up to Jiro as soon as they walked in. Mimiko sat down across from Jiro and next to Kotaro who sat next to Cain. Sei sat at the head of the table with Jinnai and Rinsuke to his left. The meal went smoothly. Zelman had explained to her the night before that she would only crave blood for a short amount of time after she was turned and how it also depended on the makers bloodline. She sighed pushing around some of her scrambled eggs. She looked over at Kotaro who was in an in-depth conversation with Sei and Cain about the cuteness of bunnies and Mr. Bear. She couldn't believe he had turned her into a vampire, while she didn't hate him for it, she wondered just how she could be of use to him or to Jiro for that matter. She didn't know how to fight at all. She'd never used a gun, sword, knife, or any other sort of weapon.
Just then Zelman swaggered in, grabbing a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, ham, and a sausage. He sat down next to Mimiko, his knee brushing against her thigh. He leaned towards her and she felt his warm breath brush across her ear, making her shiver, as he said, "Good morning Mimiko, is there any urges you feel need to be released?" Mimiko blushed scarlet and looked up to see if anyone had overheard.
Everyone was in deep conversation except for Jiro, who glared at them and the distance between their bodies. She shivered again, Jiro's eyes scaring her slightly at the intensity he gave them. "No, Zelman, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." She murmured back and looked down at her plate, trying to decide if the food was acceptable to eat in her now vampire state.
"Hmm," Zelman smirked, "well if you ever need anything, just call for me. I shall be there instantly."
Mimiko took a breath of relief as Zelman turned towards his food and began to eat, she glanced up again at Jiro who was still glaring daggers at Zelman while spooning eggs and pieces of sausage into his mouth. Mimiko looked over at Kotaro again as he started laughing at something Sei had said and she smiled at the joy the two shared. Although Sei retained all his memories after his reincarnation, he still acted much like the child he appeared to be, though a quiet and reserved one. Feeling her eyes on him, Kotaro looked up and gave her a big grin, syrup all over his face. Without realizing it she had picked up her napkin and started to wipe the sticky substance off his face as his face scrunched up in child-like displeasure. She chuckled as he whined about saving it for later and watched as he took another bite of drenched in syrup pancake.
"So Mimiko, how was your first night as a vampire?" Sei asked.
"I guess it was fine, I'm not really sure how new vampires react to first being turned." She replied back.
"Did you feel any strange feelings after you were turned?"
Mimiko blushed scarlet again. "Um, yeah, I felt really protective of Kotaro, and I noticed a lot of my senses were sharper and I had a huge hunger feeling." She said opting to leave out the urges Zelman had commented on earlier.
"Ah, I see, that's pretty normal." He paused and looked over at Jinnai who nodded his head. Sighing he said, "Mimiko I'm afraid that Jinnai and I have to give you some bad news. You see since you are now a vampire you can no longer be a Compromiser. We are deeply sorry since we knew how much this job meant to you, but we can't take the risk of an accidental invitation of a vampire who's bloodline is not known. I hope you understand."
"I-I understand." Mimiko replied looking down at her plate, "So what will I do now?" she asked, curious as to what her new vampire life was meant for.
"I will be teaching you combat," Jiro said suddenly, "you will need to learn how to fight and protect not only Kotaro, but also yourself and my back. We will begin your lessons in an hour so please try to find some clothes that are suitable for exercise and are form fitting." He said stiffly before rising up and leaving the room.
Mimiko watched him leave and wondered at how she was supposed to find these clothes, she had found this outfit in the closet and was pleasantly surprised when it had fit. As if reading her mind Sei spoke up, "Do not worry about clothing, Mimiko, I will provide you with the things you need until you are ready to leave." She was speechless.
"Thank you Lord Dragon, that's very gracious of you." She smiled.
"C'mon Mimi, we better hurry or brother will get mad." Kotaro said as he jumped down from his chair and started pulling her out of the room, her long braid whipping around behind her back. Kotaro looked over his shoulder to wave bye to Sei when he noticed Zelman's eyes trained on Mimiko. Kotaro glared at the young looking old vampire as he and Mimiko left the room, he would have to keep an eye out for Mimiko and make sure Zelman wasn't around her more than necessary.